Bound By Fate

9. shoot out

We're in Fiona's  black Tesla heading for the training after agreeing that I'll be moving to the new apartment later, its crazy how dangerous and caring they can be at the same time.  She is driving and I am looking for a song on the stereo.

“so you think my brother is cute?” she breaks the silence and I didn’t expect that.

“what?” I ask staring at her.

“you have feelings for my brother?” she repeats and I sit up.

“ I don't.” I mean having feelings is a lot serious. Find him attractive may be.

Now that she asked it, i haven't let myself think about it. He has been living in my head since the day I met him at the Russians cabin. I don’t know how to describe the whole thing but. I can say i like him, I doubt he'd like someone like me of a different social class and I don’t know a lot about his world so, there's that.

“well, he does have feelings for you.” she says going over a speed bump like she doesn’t know how to slow a car.

“he doesn’t.” I say glaring at her because she clearly doesn’t know what she's talking about.

“i know my brother and he has never cared about anyone like he cares about you. He is not nice to everyone.” she says focusing on the road.

“he is just helping me with the Russians.” I deny

“is he?” she smirks. “you really are blind of his feelings aren't you?” she laughs “normally hed let Allen's right hand man train whoever he felt needed the training.”

“what are you saying.”

“he asked me to train you. I never train its not my job. He wants you to be trained by the best.” she smirks proudly.

“and what is your job?” I ask trying to change the topic.

“assassin.” she says bluntly and something about her response makes me shiver a little.

“what?”

“dad took me to a martial arts academy at seven, he had me trained to be an assassin. He felt like because I was a girl I could have people lower their guard so he made me an asset.” she explains turning at a junction.

“do you like what you do?” I ask because it can be a lot ending lives.

“i do.” she smiles. “ its who I am and it gives me a purpose in life.”

“how many people have you killed?” I can't help but ask.

“ I lost count.” she says looking at the rear view mirror and at the side view mirror. “shit!” she cusses making a sudden turn at a corner making us swerve to the side.

“what is going on?” she gasp.

“were being followed.” she says looking at the rear view mirror again.
I raise my eyes to see the mirror and I see a huge g wagon following us and gaining. “what do we do?” I ask when I notice she is focused on the road.

“we loose them.” she says stepping on the gas like crazy and I watch as the traffic light turns red.

“you are going to kill us.” I yell when I realize she doesn’t plan on stopping.

“we are dead if we stop. Hang on.” she yells and she suddenly goes past an oncoming track just a second before they almost crushed us to pieces causing all the cars at the traffic to hoot.

“that will slow them down.” she says looking over at the rear view mirror and I notice they turned and went left.

“they turned left,” I say sitting up from the tense experience I just had trying to slow my spiked heart rate.